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Week 24 (October 28th-November 4th) Poetry Contest---Topic-evil DONE!!
are we allowed to post more than one?
Do You Know Me?
by Sarah M.
I have seen anger
I have seen pain
I have faced fear
I know sorrow by name
I long for friendship,
love, and light
I find only sadness
like a thief in the night
Why won't you help me,
answer my prayer?
You pen up all signs
of pity and care
Comfort me, hold me
if just for an hour
When no one else will,
you hold the power
In this cruel evil world
you're all the same
You ignore me completely
Do you even know my name?
I am the old man
who waves to you every day
from the street corner
I'm the bus driver
who always gives you a coin
when you're ten cents short
I am the woman
who sells hot dogs on North Street
when you're on lunch break
You assume that my
life is perfect because I
can force a smile
Can't you see that I
am longing to speak my heart?
Or do you not care?
by Sarah M.
I have seen anger
I have seen pain
I have faced fear
I know sorrow by name
I long for friendship,
love, and light
I find only sadness
like a thief in the night
Why won't you help me,
answer my prayer?
You pen up all signs
of pity and care
Comfort me, hold me
if just for an hour
When no one else will,
you hold the power
In this cruel evil world
you're all the same
You ignore me completely
Do you even know my name?
I am the old man
who waves to you every day
from the street corner
I'm the bus driver
who always gives you a coin
when you're ten cents short
I am the woman
who sells hot dogs on North Street
when you're on lunch break
You assume that my
life is perfect because I
can force a smile
Can't you see that I
am longing to speak my heart?
Or do you not care?
Yeah, I actually applied myself this week ;)
Al wrote: "Woah, that was amazing, Sarah! Great job! :D"it was!
A Different side of EvilTake a look at this word
E-V-I-L
It's wicked, morally wrong, basically bad
It is from this that we avert our eyes
And drown out with deafening cries
And bite off the tip of our tongue
For purity, we go to all lengths to protect ourselves
For innocence, we deafen, blind, and mute our children
For ignorance, we tell lies
Now, only those who dare, turn this word around
Backwards it spells
L-I-V-E
What evil prevents us to do
To live is all the living really have to do
But, due to evil, we are as silent,and as fearful as Death
I envy the evil
They are loud, fearless, but most of all
They know how to live!
Nice poem, guys! :D I spose I'll have to think of one... about.... evil. :P Blech!
I hope nobody gets mad at me for using a Christian based poem.Thomas
The 7 Deadly Sins
Live and let fall,
the 7 deadly sins,
who's horrors and evils,
show us how not to live.
Lust is never true,
never just,
and will never be lived down upon.
Gluttony,
To eat and drink,
the souls of the needy,
after ripping them out.
Greed is desire,
or absolute need,
to acquire,
to always have,
and to always hold,
to keep and never share,
forever.
Sloth is disobedience,
not loyal,
showing ignorance,
to live and die,
without love for thy companions.
Wrath is to slay without,
a proper path,
to lead to death,
as all it was designed to do.
Envy is,
to be mine,
jealousy is,
what I see is what I need,
They mean MINE!
Pride,
to see yourself as proper,
and to be seen as selfish,
and very crude.
The 7 deadly sins,
death is sure,
to follow you,
to hide in hate and evil,
to live in plain sight.
Really loved Sarah's poem! I wrote something, I just have to type it up and perhaps reformat it. Be back later!
Okay, ladies and gentlemen, it's done.And I wrote a part at the beginning too, which my sister said she like the most, and I thought it was pretty fun too, but the formatting was unconventional (and amazing!) and goodreads was being a cow and didn't let me make indentations at all (which is why I totally like deviantArt better for posting writing - if you have one, I'm tempust there too!) so I got depressed and scrapped the first two stanza...things.
Anyways, the poem ended up being pretty dull after wards:
perspectives of a million cannot change what happened
by tempust
two thoughts can never save the world unless they are held up, hand to air,
and two loves can never survive together,
unless they are meshed into one of their own,
and a million perspectives cannot change death
and a thousand contradictions cannot halt war
and hundreds and hundreds of groans cannot stop famines,
and pain from all cannot fix cancer,
and god cannot stop existing on account of our disbelief,
angels cannot come out of hiding simply
because we accept our imaginations,
a river cannot freeze into stepping stones
because we are scared to death of rushing water,
and stars cannot freeze mid-explosion
to make us feel better about our reluctance to accept,
and perhaps we should hold onto good things for longer
so we can separate them from the evil and they will never become synonyms,
and yes, you may laugh, laugh, laugh,
but it happens everywhereanywhereallthetimeanytime,
even last night two houses down,
and we should be thankful and we should say sorry
and we should listen to people and we shouldn’t eat too much,
and we shouldn’t cry when we don’t need to,
and we shouldn’t be scared to stop traffic to help a little old lady cross the street,
and we shouldn’t be afraid to eat an apple because of snow white’s brainlessness,
and we shouldn’t be afraid to ask questions if we’re confused,
and we should
just
be
good,
not
evil.
because there is always the chance that i am a stupid, brainless idiot
who doesn’t know what i’m twaddling on about
and you should never listen to me when i say anything,
particularly when i say that what’s gonna happen is
what’s gonna happen and there
ain’t
a thing
you can
do about it,
so you may as
well lay back and
enjoy the ride - but
be sure to keep in mind
(while you dutifully ignore
this message) that it’s going
to be a bumpy one = buckle up.
(try not to catch on fire if you can, but if you
knock over a candle, remember not to douse it in water.
it’s okay
to scream for help.)
(don’t agree with people you don’t like. politely
correct them. keep an innocent smile and it will
all be
alright.)
(go with the flow you sink into, but if you see a
waterfall at the end, then grab onto the rocks and
don’t
ever let go.)
*beams* You think so? Thanks!I have a tendency to use "and" a lot. It annoys me greatly.
i liked sarahs and tempusts and nadas and als, but thomas's used way too many commas, and the stanzas were all different sizes......
Wow... Kat. Lol. Umm, Tempust that poem was truly amazing. Thanks for writing and sharing that. It was brilliant and beautiful. :D
Yeah, Kat. You liked Al's creepy Hitler poem? ;)
It is creative and very special.
But it's true.
AHHH that's like the longest I've gone without typing and exclaimation point or 'LOL'!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHHH that's like the longest I've gone without typing and exclaimation point or 'LOL'!!!!!!!!!!!!
are we allowed to edit our poems if we want to make changes?
Hahahahaha! Hitler!!! Oh, my... it's not like I think he was awesome, I'll definitely answer in the negative for that one, but the haiku is AMAZING!!! :D
@ Thomas: your poem had a good idea, I think, but definitely keep in mind that you don't need a comma at the end of every line. Use commas like you would if the words were written like prose. For example, in prose you'd never write "the souls of, the needy." You'd write "the souls of the needy" without any puctuation, but if you break it into two lines for a poem, then you can write it like this:the souls of
the needy.
(Note the absence of a comma!)
Now obviously one does use commas frequently in poetry (though it's not necessary if it's not your style), but YOU DON'T NEED ONE AT THE END OF EVERY VERSE.
Capiche?
Just something I think you need to work on, but the rest of the poem was pretty cool. :) No offense meant.
Yeah, I have no idea whatsoever how to write poetry, I just enjoy writing it. Like my format probably sucks in every one of my poems... haha. ;)
You are right. But! Yes, a but! :D I have one positive thing to say.....I WROTE A POEM! :D Here it is...
Our Personal Creeper
by Hanzle
Sometimes people want to leave others to corrupt,
to get revenge to quench their heart wrenching and intense envy,
maybe the fallen angel feels that aching and impaired emotion,
to ruthlessly destroy his Creator and His creation,
This destroyer is endlessly searching for a reason
to blind us to good and unfailing love,
since the first bite,
since the first lie,
he knows without us accepting this perfect and loving sacrifice,
we will surely die,
and that is why he tries and tries,
with a possessive endurance,
but little does he know
that he is already crushed,
his lies are proven wrong,
he has no hope,
no guarantee for love,
So he is a desperate and fanatic artist at work,
a painter who uses colors of sin to mask his lies,
one who has no story of love to tell,
he will stalk us to the end,
creeping up on us at the most difficult times,
and at the most hasty and ridiculous blunders,
we crave these things,
we long for these false delights,
after we find it's too late,
we'd do anything to run down the roughest path,
the most unbearable shortcut,
or that blissful but often winding road,
But at the end of this journey,
and through it all when you didn't believe,
there were arms to catch you,
eyes to watch over you,
and One to always find you,
Sin and its advocate will creep up on you,
and break you more times to count,
but there is a protector who always yearns to bring you back,
to pick you up,
to let go of fiction because you are never alone
in your decisions
and constructive plights,
love will always secure you,
and tiptoe towards you
at the most unexpected hour,
at the last minute,
the world and our wants will continually fail us,
but there is eternally one to follow us,
to strengthen us while crushing our iniquity,
a sole provider who is personally there to sneak His way through the cracks in our broken walls,
to mend our hearts,
and make love our home.
Hope you guys enjoyed.... :D
@ Hanzle: O_o whoa, that's awesome.Love the title and the part "So he is a desperate and fanatic artist at work,
a painter who uses colors of sin to mask his lies,
one who has no story of love to tell,
he will stalk us to the end."
Great job!
Thank you, guys! You are very nice!
okay, im not sure if this is considered evil, but...here is my poemWaiting
by Kat
I wait, standing here.
Waiting for the things to come.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
Waiting for the Death to whisk me away
From this horrible place
Where friends betray,
Enemies love and
Love hates.
I wait, standing here.
Waiting for my death to come.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
Waiting to get away from this life,
This hell-like life,
Where friends betray,
Enemies love and
Love hates.
I think that's considered sufficient for our topic this week! Good job! :D
Yeah, it really is nice to have more participants and more options to vote for. :]
What I meant was that I would never vote for my own stuff when I fully know that other peoples' writings are a lot more creative and advanced than mine.
Really like Kat's poem.Also, @ Hanzle: yeah, don't be negative.
There are no rules in poetry.
Well, there are, but rules in creative writing are meant to be broken. Therefore, there are no rules.
Like, if you read something of, oh, I don't know, Robert Frost or something - you'll get the idea that maybe poetry does have rules you have to follow. But then you look at the work of an almost equally respected poet, e.e. cummings, and you find that everything you thought you knew about poetry doesn't really always apply.
But I'm totally confusing and contradicting myself now, so I'm just going to shut up and say that you had a very nice poem, Hanzle, m'dear, and you shouldn't be so hard on yourself.
:)
Oh, and Al? Your poem was sort of creepy. ;) Just kidding. I thought it was a fab idea, and totally you. (Whoever you are. hah.) I mean, who else would write a haiku about Hitler?
(And I mean that in the best way possible, of course.)
I hope my poem is better.
I have only ever written one poem and it is about Meghan McCarthy (one of my characters) missing her brother and Ireland. Actually the poem is surprising important to ... the sequel I think, although it might be a later book.
The people I know are many
The good and bad,
Scientist and warrior,
Teacher and student.
Evan, the mind of sharp wit
And the heart of gold.
Kerry, the dark twin,
Nothing like her brother.
Ang, my protector,
Determination and strength
Like his hunger
Never in lacking.
And Hiro, my captor,
Strange and sad.
Why he does what he does
When his eye says he thinks
That the good and right are
Different, from his brother
And the rest of his kin.
Again, Meghan McCarthy ... and I am sure that is lousy whatever it was.
The good and bad,
Scientist and warrior,
Teacher and student.
Evan, the mind of sharp wit
And the heart of gold.
Kerry, the dark twin,
Nothing like her brother.
Ang, my protector,
Determination and strength
Like his hunger
Never in lacking.
And Hiro, my captor,
Strange and sad.
Why he does what he does
When his eye says he thinks
That the good and right are
Different, from his brother
And the rest of his kin.
Again, Meghan McCarthy ... and I am sure that is lousy whatever it was.
Well ... maybe, but the character Meghan McCarthy wouldn't write free form - she always writes something with metre so in that respect the poem is incongruent with the supposed writer.
The above is too freeform - there is no discrenable metre to it.
well, maybe she had too many pills that day...idk
Yeah, like I said, I don't like and that is because it doesn't work for my story.
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